The ridged wooden shaft was now dark and rich brown from the oils rubbed into it. It glistened in the sunlight and looked like an inviting masterpiece...of erotic art. She could feel her arousal growing and knew that this might all be for naught. Unless Brenda could feel the Old Man's acknowledgment, she might have to credit any previous contact as a hallucination.The shunned female walked to the far side of the Maple's girth and scanned the pond's bottom for signs of the ridge. The basin looked. The three rapists were just no match for Tom and me. We had them down and trussed with cable ties so quickly that even we were surprised. We put on our gloves and I proceeded to clip the cocks and bust the balls while Tom crushed the joints. All of the rapists were conscious when we started our post fight treatment, but that didn't last long. Either my knife cutting off a cock head or a blow from the bone cracker was enough to cause the receiver to faint. That did take away some of the fun, but. .. my hands are holding my red vibrator! I then put my tongue at the base of the object and slowly climbed up towards the upper end of the mannequin limb. I felt close to a real stick, finally I went down to my pussy flooded with pleasure. I stay a few moments on my pubis,I finally felt the vibrator go into my pussy. I couldn't contain a great sigh of pleasure. "Aaahhh ... Yes ..."I accelerated my coming and going, I was ecstatic, I caressed my breasts and arched my back to the maximum. I was. It was too arousing. My mind wanted to have her. Take her in my arms and squish those pretty boobs over and over. But my heart didn’t have any intention to do that to her. She was a girl after all? And i couldn’t just do it. I had some principles. At least my mind had. So i let that night go. And i slept there on the sofa.The next morning she shrieked out to find herself in a guy’s dress at a room and when i explained everything to her. She was too out of words in my ‘gentleman-ism’ and hugged.